Monthly Archives: August 2013

I went to France and Belgium back in April and for some reason I have decided to resurrect this blog today with the subject of my first few days in Nice.

Here are a few of the things that I learned while in Nice:

Extremely attractive South Africans (is that redundant?) come to Nice and stay there for three months, work on Yachts as their form of income, and know all of the cool bars. Their preferred hostel to stay in is the same one Julia and I stayed at.

If you get stuck far away from your hostel after the time the tram closes at Midnight, it is a good idea to hang out by Massena Square and listen to one of the aforementioned South Africans tell you how the seven statues of men you thought were simply creepy earlier in the day (see photo below) are now lighting up with a rainbow of colors, which is representative of the seven continents communicating with each other (Julia and I, for the sake of flirting, decided to be difficult in accepting this. My big moment of the debate was “why is Antarctica communicating?”). Turns out Caleb was right, and that the Artist Jaume Plensa indeed designed the statues as the seven continents. They communicate in a dialogue of colors for all to see. If only we knew what the colors represented… After staying out all night in the above manner, it is best to start the next day off by going down to town and eating a large amount of pasta.

Nice looks kind of like South America in the colors, the fact that it is a bit worn down, and the creepy guys staring at you from the alleyways

Fenocchio has the best gelato, and I forgot how good speculoos gelato was

The beach is worse than you think. When the collective “they” say it is pebbly, what “they” mean is it is LITERALLY ALL PEBBLES. I’ve never seen such a thing. Like it hurts to sit.

Russians used to vacation in Nice, and thus the St Nicholas Orthodox Cathedral was built in Nice. The walk to the Cathedral is absolutely gorgeous, and it is especially nice on a Sunday when you can walk through the shopping streets and have no one around.

You should probably read the signs that are placed at the entrance of Cathedrals, for they typically contain vital information for your visit. Such as- whether or not you can take pictures inside so that you can avoid having a russian orthodox nun chase you and your camera down and have posh French people laugh at you, or something.

Sometimes, people park in no parking zones like douchebags. This creates a situation where public busses cannot physically fit down a street, and you sit there for twenty minutes listening to old, glamorous french women talk about amazing things before giving up and hoofing it the rest of the way through Cimiez.

Always slip through the cracks at cemeteries, for the best views are held beyond the walls.

French keyboards are confusing and will create a great deal of laughter when trying to use them.